Chương 62: Hard Core Women

After Jin left in defeat, I waited in the yard for my 3 guests to arrive. It took them an hour, likely because a certain Venerable instructed them how to act in my presence. Third cup of tea, which was exactly the limit where politeness ended. The three Peak Core Realm women landed and front of me and bowed.

"Venerable Tian, we have come for training!" they spoke in concert, their faces veiled by azure silk. Which would have been cute from teenage girls not from women over 100 years of age. Likely even 200 going by the slow cultivation in this place.

"I get it. You're important people, high-ranking Elders of the Frozen Pavilion. I'm just a homeless hero, seeking refuge from the world, under my Venerable wife's skirt. Right?" I asked with a sad voice. Playing the victim was much too easy.

"..." they remained silent, not wanting to agree aloud. Sakura sighed and held out three papers with the new oaths.

"Recite the oath, and make sure your heart means it. Your training is not about eating a pill." Sadly, in this world you could never know who had a demon or a scorpion nesting in their heart, so taking precautions was extremely necessary. I waited for the swirl of golden energy to scan the three women one by one, then walked inside the room, while Sakura locked it from the outside.

"You three... you saw me with your Sect Master, selecting candidates for new Elders and Venerables. Do you know why it's me who did that?" I asked curious.

"You are an Alchemist... you read something inside our meridians, right?" Elder Sun spoke first.

"You're still thinking about pills. But what are pills? What is Alchemy? It is the art of creating something out of nothing. Or rather... something great from mundane parts. Sculpting does the same thing. Create something amazing from a dead piece of wood or stone. It is art and beauty. Only the pills do not sculpt into stone, but into the human body. Now undress, and fly flat in front of me." I demanded while taking some paper out to start my next scam.

The virgin women blinked, likely warned exactly against this behaviour.

"Is this really for training, or your famous scumbag methods?" Elder Moon asked next, and began to undress with hesitant moves.

"Both, of course. I am a true immoral scumbag, and proud of it! However, that's not the point. Your Frozen Master is dying. Venerable Ling is already dead. Your sect needs replacement Venerables, and I am the only one who can make it happen. Hurry up!" I yelled in fake anger. My words struck their hearts, and the women undressed without comment and floated in the air. I took out some Lotus Lotion and began washing their bodies on all sides, feeling a little like a massage therapist from Pef's world.

"You have been at my wedding. You saw how desperate the Purple Sands were to find out the secret of my Lotus Milk. Well, today you find out for free. It is human milk, and my milk." I said with a sneaky tone, as the lotion dried and became pasty white on their skin. Gasps of horror filled the air, but I just took out the Formation plate and turned it on. Time to enjoy my work now, and as a mortal sage once said: if you enjoy your work, you never have to work a day in your life.

And this counted for much more if my lifespan became infinite, like a True Immortal. Who would want to work every day for eternity? That's called Hell, not Heaven. I started with the largest boobs, as the Elders moaned with desire.

"Just keep floating like that. I'll come for each of you." I ordered to my new training partners. I did mention training, but it was mostly for me. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. An extra source of pure Yin was always welcome, and these three women will serve me well. Maybe Minghue too, if she decided she truly wanted my milk. So far, she had only been flirting, but power was a cultivator's true motivation. Minghue will come, sooner or later.

Elder Dinghue was also a wonder of nature, even better endowed than her sisters, and her pure Yin tasted like dew and honey. It should taste even better after she ascended. My dick drilled into her mouth and throat, to enjoy the wet silk. It could get better without the Formation, but for cultivation this was 100 times better. No drama, no ego and jealousy. Just pure Yin and Yang merging. An hour later I moved on, testing the other candidate and rubbing her soft skin for my pleasure.

After testing the third woman, I had all three slobber over my dick and balls just for fun, instead of cultivation. A man needed some fun in his life, right?

"Go drink some Ice Wine and wash yourselves. Then kneel in front of me, when you are clean." I ordered and dressed myself, and grabbed a bottle of wine too. Celebrations worked better with wine. As the Formation cycled to the end, I stored the plate and took another gulp of ice wine.

"The Nascent Soul is about perceiving the true Dao for the first time. A talented cultivator has to achieve this before the age of 20, to keep their path to Heavens open. Every year spent after that reduces the ascension chance considerably. After 300 years, the Dao turns its face away completely, disappointed in the failure. Are you over 300 years old?" I asked with a faint smile. The three Elders shook their heads, a bit confused at the lost time and the Dao lecture.

"Good. I am 17 years old, so I don't suspect any problems in my next ascension, but for you it is a big problem. Thus, because you waited too long, only a source of young Yang energy can temper your old Yin meridians. Those milk lotion bottles cost 10 spirit stones each. Pay up and return tomorrow for more training! And dress in something sexy too. I want my eyes to enjoy more than wrinkled naked skin!" I demanded with a bored voice, and pointed at the door. The Elders blinked and checked one another from wrinkles.

Of course, they were not mortal women to have wrinkles so soon. It would take 350 years for someone to look old in Core Realm, and at most 400 years until they died of old age. Between 100 and 300, most Core cultivators looked barely middle-aged, baring injuries or disease. It was somewhat more complex in the Nascent Soul Realm, as the 1000 years limit was both too long and too short. It could even go to 2000 years, with a good lifestyle and lack of toxins.

Alchemists could live even longer, as their souls got stronger with every pill they made. Looks aside, the age of each ascension mattered the most. Ascending too late locked the body into old patterns, and it took expensive pills to restore a youthful appearance. Or drinking my milk, as an exception. I barely had a shot or two left in my balls, a sign my new body wasn't yet a perfect fucking machine. Another motivation to train hard and ascend again. Lina Peng sneaked inside my yard and sat at my tea table.

"I drank that lemonade you promote. It's so bad!" She began with a familiar topic.

"And yet, my tea is worse. I am banned from making tea for my wives, but you're not. Let me pour you a cup!" I offered with a kind voice. Lina took a careful sip and spat it back.

"The lemonade was better. Ugh!"

"So, did you come to sing the flute?" I asked innocently. Lina blushed at my not-too-subtle innuendo.

"Immoral! My family wants me to stay pure until marriage." I nodded in agreement.

"Yes. But, how are you going to convince a man to marry you? You could find a weak cultivator and beat him up, I guess. Men are afraid of pain..." I mused in a distant voice. The young woman clenched a fist.

"You...! As a Core cultivator, I can choose any Young Master I want! But they are all beasts and worse. Gambling, flower houses, slaves... even children. I know you hate slavery too! You liberated a slave camp by yourself!" she praised me with an admiring look. Yeah, the hero gravitas worked well. I placed a hand on her shoulder and moved. The border was only a minute away at my best speed. I flew over the burned ruins where I met Quinhue. My soul sense spread out, a bit better than a new Venerable should have.

"What are we doing, Pef Tian?" Lina asked a bit uncertain.

"What else? We are being heroes! Rescuing slaves! Well, mostly you. I will help from the shadows..." I explained with a grin, then blurred towards the second-nearest camp. I'll let the closer camp as a prize for the White Stars, when they regained courage. A minute later, I placed two Core Swords in Lina's hands.

"See them below? Kill the Foundation ones first, and then the Qi and mortal slavers. I'll hold those 3 Core slavers locked until you finish. Now go!" I urged her and deposited Lina just behind a pair of Foundation Realm guards. Her arms flashed once, and two heads fell off. Good enough. She'll need to be faster, or the hostages will start dying... well. Or I could just protect the innocent and avoid casualties.

"Who dares!" a loud voice yelled, and the three Core slavers appeared, including a woman for a strange reason. Well, brothels were run mostly by female matrons, so maybe it wasn't a strange reason. I flicked a finger and collected their precious Core Realm eyes for more pills. Free eyes are always nice.